Okay. Spent the whole day making the Christmas decorations. Made two big grapevine wreaths with some fake greenery and fake berries topped with fun gold wired ribbon; a matching smaller wreath; and a mini tinsel tree liberally dotted with fake cranberries. I was shoving clips into that glue gun like Steven Seagal.
I also opened the huge-ass bread box in the living room where I keep all of the Christmas decorations and checked out what I had to see if I needed to make anything else. The other stuff is fine. Now I’m getting ready to tackle winding the little white lights into the yards and yards of fake garland. I’m currently drinking bourbon and coffee to prepare for this task.
I decided to go to Mom and Dad’s tomorrow because I want to finish the damn decorations while I have time. I’m having a small Christmas party next Saturday and while I won’t have a tree by then, at least I can be mostly decorated.
I didn’t even stop to eat or get dressed today. Still in my pajamas. And gummy with glue. I am grossing myself out.
It’s done! It’s finished! All 112 slides of it. That sucker is HUGE. It finally dawned on me that I could record macros for a couple of things :smack:, so that sped up the process a bit. And yeah, I think someone is busted for the mess she made of the data, but she’s on vacation this week. It was actually a good thing that it was caught in time, because it could have been very embarrassing in Monday’s meeting, or worse, if it weren’t caught at all and people were actually evaluated based on wrong information.
I hope everyone that is of the American persuasion has a Good Thanksgiving tomorrow!!
It not being my holiday and being the stellar boss that I am I am taking tomorrow’s mandatory management attendance at all the convoy meetings that leave the district from 5AM to 5PM so that everyone can spend the day with their families. And they are feeding me tomorow in exchange for doing it!
The rest of the weekend I was planning on lounging and movie watching and putting up Christmas decorations. Now I have a big 'ol list of things to do including Christmas shopping, tearing off the last of the tile in my ugly bathroom to get ready to re-tile, buy tile to re-tile ugly bathroom, buy Dad’s Christmas present etc etc
I will be avoiding like the plague the Black Friday shopping nightmare though. I believe I may leave early today just because I can and have a glass of vino!
Stuffing is as made as it can be for tomorrow. TWO different kinds of pumpkin bread are done. (I’m bored, bored, bored–but not bored enough to do my homework).
I have nothing to do. NOTHING. This bothers me on all levels. My whole life I’ve longed for nothing to do–now it’s here. Gah…
Hi everyone. Appropriate boos, hugs, yays, to all.
I hit the grocery store after work today. Not unexpectedly, it was a total madhouse there. I think I have everything I need, so I won’t have to worry about going back. Even if I don’t have everything, I’ll improvise.
I have to bake sweet taters tonight and make up a sweet potato casserole dish tonight, so that all I have to do is throw it in the oven for 30 minutes while the turkey is resting.
I’m also making GIBLET gravy, mashed taters, green beans, glazed carrots with ginger, stuffing (which I should do pretty much ahead of time), and the bird, of course. I’ll have croissants as well. I think that should be a pretty good spread.
My mom is bringing desserts, so I’ve got that covered.
I finished my big project; I hope. The guy that needs it is on leave until Monday, so I won’t know until then. But, it should be done.
Sigh. Strange day today. I’ve been very tired all day and after I woke up from my nap I was even more tired. I’m not nearly prepared for tomorrow’s breakfast. Oh well.
Jeebus- it is sleeting out now. Rain is lashing against our north windows. I feel like I’m in Jane Eyre or a Poe novel. Where’s the damned raven?
I’m BORED, I tell you–B.O.R.E.D. I would love a walk, but it’s really coming down out there. What else can I bake?
I wish I had a fire going. And a hot date with some good looking guy, like Colin Firth or Viggo. <sigh>
But no, I have velvet ropes across all the rooms in the house for Tomorrow, no fire, no hot date, no Colin, no Viggo. Bah. I’m disgusted.
Morning all. I wanted to share this quote from my sister’s last email (she is in Belize now, diving):
Sigh!
MamaTigs, the short answer to your Q about an Aussie lawyer ending up as a trolley dolly in the Mid-East is “itchy feet”. I was 24 and wanted to travel but didn’t have the money, so decided to get someone to pay me to do it!
Well, lots to do before I traipse off to work, so Happy Thanksgiving to all you 'merkins!
So as soon as we finished our last class, That Guy and I met up with some of his friends and celebrated by having some beers. Apparently the Wednesday before Thanksgiving is called Black-out Wednesday. We were pretty restrained, though - for us, anyway. Among us was a craaaazy girl (she isn’t one of That Guy’s friends, really - she’s a friend of one of his friends) who told us that she masturbated with a de-fuzzer when she was six. :eek: That Guy told me later that she’s had a huge crush on his friend for a while, but I overheard said friend saying something about how he couldn’t handle her unless she was stoned. Which I believe; she was pretty wild. But in a very charming fashion - I actually thought she was pretty cool, masturbating with a de-fuzzer notwithstanding.
I am so so exhausted right now. And the weather is really gross. My friend’s plane is flying in tomorrow morning; I hope to God it doesn’t get cancelled.
We were pretty restrained, though - for us, anyway. Among us was a craaaazy girl (she isn’t one of That Guy’s friends, really - she’s a friend of one of his friends) who told us that she masturbated with a de-fuzzer when she was six. :eek: That Guy told me later that she’s had a huge crush on his friend for a while, but I overheard said friend saying something about how he couldn’t handle her unless she was stoned. Which I believe; she was pretty wild. But in a very charming fashion - I actually thought she was pretty cool, masturbating with a de-fuzzer notwithstanding.
